I know this is very depressing for those who were living vicariously through me. That's what makes this so tough to announce to everyone, because if you're living vicariously through me, your life must have taken many wrong turns. But it was time for me to work. Although I will not be disclosing my employer at this time, I will admit that I settled in my employment search as I was unable to find the right opportunity to jump into the world of International Playboys.
Does this make me a sellout? Probably. But it also prevents me from maintaining my status as a succubus upon society. I think that at least equals out against each other.
But I wanted to warn the world that they will have a little extra time to read without my blogs filling up your life. Maybe you can catch up with things on ESPN, see what TMZ is up to, or use Facebook more (let's face it, Zuckerberg could use the money).
But just so anyone reading this knows, if you are interested in paying me to spin some tales for the world's amusement, that would be greatly appreciated.
P.S. This whole work business has really distracted me from finding obscure links to interesting things, so here's Alan Thicke giving children advice: